Love by Ipod

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We burn together to the drums,
music and heart-throbs,
each of us an earbud
A position of pure love
The kind that you read of
Where one and one make two
And two halves
Make one heart
And that heart
Is beating
Between us,
A position of pure love
The kind that you dream of
Where one and one make I love you
And halves are unheard of-
My soul,
My whole heart
Has the other earbud.





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